Hell Chef: My ingredients are weird

Can shadows be seen?

Song Yu was taken aback for a moment, then thought of the news report he had read.

It seems that someone in Qingyu City next door has disappeared, and the Special Affairs Bureau has already investigated, but no results have been found yet.

It sounds like Uncle Li's father-in-law is one of those people who has no shadow.

What the hell is no shadow?

Song Yu was a little puzzled.

This is a very unscientific situation.

Song Yu was listening, and in the end, Uncle Li followed the old lady and left.

He searched for news about No Shadow.

But it was found that there were more than a hundred people in Qingyu City without shadows.

How can this be contagious?

But this has little to do with him, Song Yu just kept paying attention.

Ask when they come tomorrow summer, maybe they have more detailed information.

Song Yu was bored in the store, waiting all afternoon for those people from the Daoist sect that Xia Tian talked about, but they didn't arrive.

But wait for the doors and windows.

What Xia Tian said was right, they quickly came to change the doors and windows, and helped hang up the signboards, and the whole shop instantly brightened up.

"Song Ji".

In the end, he removed the word "snack bar", leaving only two big characters "Song Ji".

Anyway, this is not for ordinary people, so there is no need to be too precise.

In the evening, he ate fried rice with eggs and entered the state of cultivation.

The things made by Li Gui's ingredients are enough for him to digest for a long time.

It's just that the eggs are at the level of resentful souls, so the effect of this egg fried rice can only be improved by enhancing the perception.

The next day was still the same, with these same people.

About the shadow, Song Yu asked Xia Ling.

"The shadow incident?" Xia Ling asked suspiciously.

"Yes, is there any news to disclose?" Song Yu said.

Xia Ling thought for a while and said: "There is nothing to keep secret, because there is no inside information at all, and the Qingyu Special Affairs Bureau has not yet found out the reason. Why are you interested in this, Boss Song?"

"I saw it on the Internet before, and I was curious about people without shadows. What is it like?"

Xia Ling thought for a while, and said: "It's very strange, anyway, standing with others, others have it, but they don't. The Qingyu Special Affairs Bureau has actually dispatched ghost-level ghost masters, and still no abnormalities have been found, but things are true. It’s not normal, they can only find a way to continue the investigation.”

"No result yet? Then this matter seems to be quite troublesome."

Song Yu said.

Xia Ling said: "It's quite troublesome. If we leave it to us, we don't know where to start. There is no sign at all, and there is no ghost."

"That's okay, I'm just curious."

After Xia Ling and the others left, Song Yu searched again.

Sure enough, the number rose again today.

If it continues to rise like this, the Special Affairs Bureau is afraid that it will dispatch strong people at the red-clothed level.

Song Yu suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he raised his head quickly.

At the door of the store, there was an old man looking around the store.

The old man's beard and hair are all white, and he looks quite old, but his beard is well groomed, giving him a sense of immortality.

"Welcome, sir, would you like something to eat?"

The old man nodded and said, "Do you have to be a member to eat in this store?"

"You don't need to do it, but if you are a member, it is half price."

The old man's expression didn't change, and he said, "Then make me one. First, let me have a deep-fried dough stick and a bowl of millet porridge."

"Okay, 15 points are needed." Song Yu said.

The old man was unambiguous, and the five hundred yuan went directly to the account.

He glanced at the small blackboard again, and said, "The points you have here can only be exchanged with ghosts?"

"Monsters are fine too. We have clearly marked the price, and there will be no increase or decrease."

Frowning, the old man took out a cloth bag, reached out to dig it out, and then caught an evil ghost.

"Then let's have an evil ghost first."

Song Yu was a little surprised. The old man grabbed the evil spirit with his hands, but he didn't feel any energy fluctuations such as Yin energy.

Master, Song Yu thought to himself.

Soon, Song Yu served the dishes.

The old man leaned forward and smelled it, his expression didn't change, and then he tried to take a bite of the fritters.

Suddenly, the old man frowned and stopped.

Although Song Yu seemed bored at the counter, he was actually paying attention to the old man.

When he noticed the change in his expression, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the taste was wrong?

Or are you deliberately trying to find fault?

But the old man didn't speak, and continued to eat.

He ate very slowly, as if he was savoring the taste and savoring it carefully, like an old gourmet eating something delicious.

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he finished eating the fried dough sticks and millet porridge.

"Everything the boss does is good."

The old man wiped his beard and said in admiration.

But Song Yu didn't see any surprise on his face.

This old man has seen the world, and he is not as easily shocked as those ghost masters.

Fortunately, I don't need to use shock to earn anything, I just need someone to give me ghosts.

"It's fine for the old man to agree." Song Yu replied.

The old man glanced around, glanced at the location of the kitchen, and then slowly left the shop.

Song Yu was a little curious if this old man was the one from the Taoist school that Xia Tian mentioned, but he seemed easy to get along with.

Little did he know that there were several other old men in a commercial vehicle not far away.

"The old man tried it just now. It's not an illusion, it's real. The owner of the store should have a cultivation level, but I can't see his specific cultivation level."

The old man who was in the store just now said to the others as soon as he got in the car.

The rest were stunned for a moment, and then someone said, "Then is it possible that he recognized you, and then deliberately used the real thing to show you?"

The old man shook his head: "No, I don't go down the mountain very much, and I haven't been in contact with many people. The only ones who know my identity are us."

Another old man said: "Then, is this young man named Song Yu really young, or does he have the skills to keep his face?"

"He is really young. I can still judge this point. There is no vicissitudes of life on his body. Whether it is body or mentality, he is completely young. Everyone, I said that he has nothing to do with demons. Your thoughts, some Extreme."

The old man with white hair and white beard said something, and then took a deep look at several people.

"I've already confirmed it. If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself, but let me remind you that if you want to take other actions, it's best to do so in your own name, and... if you lose your life, I won't be bothered to seek justice for you." go."

Then he got out of the car and left with his hands behind his back.

Only the people in the car were left looking at each other.

Everyone is not young, and they know what they want to do from the bottom of their hearts.

But being warned in this way, I can't hold back my face. If someone else came, they would have already slapped and flew out.

"Looks like I have to try it too."

someone said.

The rest of the people didn't speak, but judging from their expressions, it was obviously impossible to trust the old man who left so easily.

Inside Song Ji's small shop.

"Give Taoist a spicy tofu first."

Su Xianlong sat on the bench dangling her two calves.

Han Qinglong and Dahei were not by his side, so they were probably busy practicing.

Song Yu didn't care, he was a big client, why should he speak louder?

But after a slim woman in a white gauze entered the store, the peace that had lasted for many days was completely broken.

choking...

Su Xianlong didn't even look at the spicy tofu that was just brought on the table, the trumpet in her hand swung the dust, and instantly turned into a blue sword and hovered in front of her.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the woman who had just entered.

The woman smiled gently at Song Yu.

"Boss Song, excuse me."